I wish I could wake up and see dad under the Christmas tree
That maybe the heavens returned him for Christmas
A part of you feels like it’s life and you are expected to understand and move on
But when I look at the pieces I see parts of him everywhere
Like today, how do I put the pieces together when today is his birthday?
Torn between missing him, being strong for the family, feeling like a piece of me is missing and still trying to be happy for the festive season
but its a Christmas without dad,
But I express it a day at a time, one tear at a time
Remembering to make every moment special
So in honour of him I remind all of us to not delay love
Let love flow everyday, tell relatives & friends how you really feel as often as you can
because its the worst feeling to have so much to say today that you should’ve said yesterday
I wish dad was under my Christmas tree
but I take comfort in knowing that on my Christmas tree, the angel on top will be filled with pieces of Dad.
In honour of Samuel Morant & the Morant family